[ Suddenly plopping down in front of the man is a cat. It miaows at him once, twice. Obviously, he feels neglected. He is not; he's been cooed at and fawned over so much tonight it's ridiculous. Rose had told Kaz the cat would love all the hubbub but even she had underestimated how much. She also underestimated how little he would cooperate. It's a good thing Kaz had the back-up plush cat for his costume.

But Steve hasn't paid the feline any mind yet. What's up with that? Miaow, miaow, mister. Here's a purr and a rub against your arm just to drive the message of love me already home. ]

Charlie, Charlie-!

[ Rose practically hisses, coming out of seemingly nowhere and reaching over Steve to grab the Somali. He gives a displeased, protesting meow as he's scooped up and licks at the woman's arms. ] Sorry about him, he's. A handful. Probably shouldn't have brought him, but- Costumes, y'know? I was going for authenticity.